Designed for Love

by Yvette Hines

Working her hand up and down along his thick length, she pumped, seeing the pearl droplet bead up on the top. Leaning in, she licked the tip, tasting his essence. The creamy evidence of his need excited her.

  Tonguing his tiny slit again, she heard him groan. That small sound, evidence that he was enjoying her touch thrilled her and encouraged her to do more. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips around the head. Sucking, she delighted in the feel of him along her tongue. She quickly discovered when she drew hard on him, he made a growling sound in the back of his throat.

  She liked hearing it so she did it again, but this time, she added a pumping motion with her hand. The sound came out louder, and Vincent’s shudders increased in velocity.

  Going down further on his cock until her lips hit her fist, she remained there for a moment, hollowing out her cheeks as if he were her favorite popsicle.

  “Ah, Fuck!” His hand tunneled into her hair.

  The action stung her scalp as his fingers tangled with her hair clip. But she didn’t stop. Gliding her mouth up his silky member, wet from her attention, she began to twist her wrist as she moved her head up and down. For long moments she suckled, pumped, and rotated her hand as his gruff voice called her name and praised her skills.

  Concentrating, she took him as deep as her novice throat would allow and cupped his sac, rolling his balls between her fingers.

  “Chelsi. Fuck. Stop.” His grip tightened.

  They separated simultaneously. Vincent’s rapid breathing filled the room as his heated gaze captured hers.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not very good…”

  Fuck, if she got any better his come would be coating her throat right now. As it was, he’d found it difficult to ask her to stop. His body just wanted completion, and it didn’t care if it got that from fucking her mouth all night, but his heart wanted his cock buried between her legs when he finished.

  Helping her up, he kissed her lightly on the mouth. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. I just want to be inside you now.”

  Her shy smile shot an arrow into his heart. He didn’t know what had made her begin to doubt herself, her beauty, but he had plans to change it if she let him.

  Placing his hands on her lush hips, he walked her backwards towards the bed. Stopping next to it, he began kissing her lips, and his mouth trailed along her neck until she was wiggling against him.

  She turned her head to the side, giving him clearer access to the area just below her ear. “Vincent…”

  “Yes… sweetheart?”

  “Make l…love to me.”

  He hoped that Chelsi only stumbled over the word love because she was highly aroused and not a question regarding his feelings for her. Tomorrow was soon enough to analyze the subject.

  “That’s exactly what I plan to do.” Scooping her up, he placed her on the bed and joined her. Sliding his body until they were pressed together from chest to hips, he kneed her legs apart and fitted himself between her silky thighs. Her wet smooth sex greeted him.

  Staring down into her beautiful reddish-brown complexion and seeing her light brown gaze holding his caused his heart to ache in a good way. This was the moment he dreamed about, something he wanted in his life always, having Chelsi beneath him. By his side.

  Taking her hands in his, he intertwined their fingers and held her gaze as he entered her body. He worked his way into her snug sex. She was tight as a fist as she arched her hips against him, taking him further in her warmth.

  The intense feeling of her wet heat around him, gripping his cock as he pressed deeper inside of her, almost drove him over the edge. He must have been out of his mind to allow twelve years to pass before he sought her out. Even then fate had dealt the hand and brought this delicious beauty back into his life.

  Just like their car ride, no words were needed between them as they made love. They were one and connected on so many levels. His shaft pistoned into her, carving out his place inside of her and marking her as his.

  When her walls seized his dick and she began to shudder beneath him, he pulled out then plunged in again. He held his place as she climaxed, crying out her release. Even as her pussy still quivered, he erupted, bathing her with his seed.

  Collapsing on top of her, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them to the side, kissing her. As he took possession of her mouth, he realized he hadn’t worn a condom. He never went without suiting up. Even when they were teenagers he’d protected them both. There was a possibility that Chelsi was on the pill, and there would be no fertile consequences of this night. However, he couldn’t help but hope she conceived.

  He stopped kissing her and brushed the wild strands away from her face. Her clip was now gone, lost somewhere among his sheets. She appeared ravaged; her lips red and swollen from his kisses and eyes practically glowing with satisfaction. She was a lovely on his bed and in his arms. “How are you feeling?”

  “Wonderful,” she whispered. “After such a great meal, I feel so full.” Her eyes were bright with humor.

  Rotating his hips, he knew she could feel his cock, still buried inside of her, hardening. “I bet you do.”

  She giggled when he flexed his shaft, making it jump against her walls. In response, she squeezed his length.

  Groaning, he asked, “Are you ready for dessert?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Falling to his back, positioning her on top, he said, “Then take your fill.”

  No more words were needed as she rode them both into ecstasy.

  Chapter Seven

  Stretching while the ribbons of a sensuously vivid dream played out in her mind, Chelsi burrowed down in the covers. She snuggled closer to the solid heat along her back.

  “Oh, sweetheart, that feels good.”

  Hearing a gentle, gruff voice whispering in her ear brought her to awareness. This time when the images flitted through her mind, they showed like a memory not a fantasy created from her heart’s desire.

  “Vincent?” she questioned.

  “It better be,” he insisted as his hands clasped her hips, holding her butt against his persistent, hard cock. “I’ve been lying here telling myself not to disturb you. I almost had myself convinced and ready to go back to sleep when you started wiggling your plump ass against me.” His arms snaked around her body as his hand began to make lazy circles on her stomach.

  She kept her voice in low tones like his. “Now that I’m up, what do you propose we do?”

  His touch moved lower to the juncture of her thighs as he arched into her, stroking his thick shaft along the crease of her cheeks. “I want to love you again.” He kissed the spot below her ear that always turned her insides to mush. “Deep. He nibbled along the shell. “Hard.” He licked her earlobe. “Fast.” He drew her lobe into his mouth.

  Hearing his words caused her to whimper. She pressed her hips back, needing more contact with that luscious cock of his.

  “Tell me you want it, sweetheart.” That adventurous hand began to stroke her, spreading her own wetness around her clit.

  “I want it,” she sighed.

  “Tell me you want me.” Slipping along the seam of her pussy, he shoved two fingers inside her sex and rubbed tenaciously on the spot behind her pubic bone.

  Crying out, she spread her thighs, giving him more access. Flames of desire licked her senses. She needed to come.

  Vincent’s hand ceased, and he grew still, no longer grinding against her ass. “Tell me you want me, Chelsi.”

  Damnit, didn’t he know how much those words would mark her soul if she said them? It didn’t matter he was only talking about sex; they meant more to her than the physical. “Please,” she whined as tears filled her eyes, and she turned her face further away from him so he wouldn’t see.

  “Tell me,” he requested, with a pleading edge to his voice. For a moment she considered that maybe this night meant more to him.

  She convinced her heart of the lie and called out, “I want you, Vincent. I want you.”

  The words tumbled
from her mouth like water pouring out from a floodgate. Vincent replaced his fingers with his dick and slammed into her.

  “Yes,” he groaned then pulled out and pushed back in.

  “Ohmygod, ohmygod.” Though she was still sore from the pleasure he’d given her earlier in the night, it didn’t stop her from clutching his arm and thrusting her hips backwards, matching his rhythm.

  Lifting her top leg, he held it high, his forearm pressing against the back of her knee. Over and over again, his sex slid along her walls.

  “Touch yourself. Come around me,” he commanded.

  Placing her hand over her wet swollen sex, she masturbated to the beat of his thrusts. Lost in a vortex of passion, she chanted his name as she had done many times during the week while pleasuring herself. “Vincent,” she moaned.

  “I’m here, sweetheart. Let go.”

  As if his words set her free, she soared into a bone-melting paradise.

  He wasn’t through with her. Getting up on his knees, he slung her raised leg over his shoulder and began thrusting deeper, harder. The side angle caused him to penetrate new areas, hitting more erogenous zones inside of her.

  This was the hard fucking he had promised her. The bed rocked below them. One of his hands joined hers and played with her pussy, while his other squeezed her ass. When the thumb of his other hand gathered some of her juices and pressed into her chaste rear opening, she wanted to protest.

  However, the combination of the nefarious caress, the touch on her clit, and his cock stroking in and out of her greedy sex pushed her doubts away. She drowned under the tidal wave of pleasure.

  “Oh, Chelsi, I’ve missed you. I need you,” he murmured as he carried her through her orgasm and finally shook with his own.

  Once reality came back into focus and their breathing became calmer, Vincent pulled out. Lowering her leg, he moved back in position behind her and held her tight against him. His lips brushed the curve of her shoulder. “Chelsi—”

  “I’m okay. I jus…” She couldn’t put into words all the things that were going on inside of her. The one thing that was clear was that she loved Vincent. This Vincent. Not the teenager on the cusp of becoming a man, but this man who walked back into her life and stole her heart. Right now, she just wanted to lie in his arms and pretend that the sun would never rise and reveal the truth of their relationship, and they could stay like this forever.

  “Okay. Sleep, sweetheart.” His light kisses and gentle touch were the last things she remembered as the sandman claimed her mind.

  * * * *

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid girl. She berated herself as she woke up Saturday morning with the sun’s glow bright in the room and discovered she was in bed alone. Squeezing her eyes shut and turning to her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow and attempted to block out the sun and her thoughts. She couldn’t believe how foolish she had been last night to not use protection. Not once or twice but three times she and Vincent had made love—correction fucked—without birth control.

  Vincent had said that it had been two years for him, and for her it had been much longer since her last boyfriend, but still, in this day and age, a woman couldn’t be too careful. A possible STD from Vincent she truly didn’t believe was a risk, but a baby would be more detrimental.

  Been there done that. Had the hospital bill and emotional scars to prove it. When they were teenagers she’d discovered the reality of a condom only being ninety-nine percent effective. They’d been that one percent.

  Why would she make such a dim-witted mistake? Take a greater brainless risk without pause?

  Because you love Vincent.

  No, she raved mentally.

  I can’t build my hopes on a teenage dream. What if this is only momentary fun for him? A fuck down memory lane? Even though he’d whispered things to her through the night, endearments about caring for her and missing her, those could have just been words. She didn’t know if should could take him walking out of her life again. As she sat by the phone and waited for him to call just once.

  As tears burned her nose and eyes, she fought them away. There was no way she was going to give into crying as she lay in his bed, their lover’s nest. Tender and well used, her body protested as she sat up, holding the sheet to her breast.

  She glanced around the old style English room. The soft gold, orange, and dark brown décor with its heavy drapes and wide suede covered chairs made the area appear both masculine and historic at the same time. She listened for sounds but didn’t hear anyone else moving about. However, with a house this large, she was sure a party could be going on downstairs, and she wouldn’t know it.

  As she was getting up, a bright white sheet of paper caught her eye. There on the floor by her feet was a note. Reaching down to grab it, she realized she must have knocked it to the floor with all her flopping around in self pity.

  My Sweetheart,

  I had something at the office that needed my attention from my absence the day before. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t want to disturb you. Thomas is waiting to take you home. I will call you later. I have the benefit tonight but hope to see you soon. There’s much to discuss

  Truly,

  Vincent.

  She groaned. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about anything with him. She just wanted to push aside the events of the last twelve hours and pretend it never happened. Only a fool went back down a road that caused them grief before.

  She scanned the floor for her clothing that had been strewn around the room during the heat of passion. She finally located them on bench at the foot of the bed, laid out with care. Seeing that pulled at her heart strings, but she disregarded the rising emotions.

  In the massive bathroom with its warm marble flooring and Roman style columns, she located towels in a big dark oak cabinet. Quickly, she showered and dressed then used the comb on the sink to tame her hair. There was no telling where her sliver clip had gone through the night. Rejecting the option of spending more time in Vincent’s house, she tossed the towels in a hamper and hurried from the room.

  Vincent had been correct. Thomas sat patiently reading a mystery book at the kitchen table. The echo of her heels alerted him to her arrival. Glancing up, he smiled at her.

  “Good morning, Ms. Halifax. Would you like to eat breakfast before we leave? Mr. Poindexter said there are supplies for everything from fruit to a grand slam breakfast.”

  At least Vincent was courteous enough to feed his lovers before he kicked them out his house. There was nothing else that could have been implied than the words ‘Thomas is waiting to take you home’ which Vincent wrote in his message. How many other women had Thomas taken on the limo ride of shame the morning after?

  Offering the driver a tight smile, she said, “If you don’t mind, I’m ready to go now.”

  He nodded. “As you wish.”

  Closing his book, he stood and waited for her to grab her purse from the table where it had sat since she watched Vincent cook her a birthday dinner. She swallowed several times to loosen the constriction in her throat as she followed Thomas out the front door to the waiting pearl white vehicle.

  * * * *

  “Zeth, what are your and Tamara’s plans tonight?” Vincent asked as he watched Mr. Alvarez, who occupied the chair on the other side of his desk, calmly pull items from his case.

  “Nothing much. Movies, popcorn, sex. The grandparents are in town, and they agreed to take care of the kids after dinner so my wife and I can have some alone time.” Zeth’s voice came loud and clear through the speaker phone.

  “A night like that just spells fertility trouble for the two of you,” Vincent joked. He envied Zeth and Tamara’s relationship and children. It was what he wanted with Chelsi. After last night, he was sure she wanted it, too.

  He’d seen the water in her eyes a couple times while they made love, and he’d clarified it wasn’t from pain, which only left one thing, emotions. That meant she’d felt the same thing as he had—an overwh
elming sense of completion.

  “There’s no risk of that since she already has a bun occupying her oven.” Zeth’s voice brought Vincent’s mind back to the present.

  “Well, I hate to interrupt such ardent plans, but I need a favor.”

  Zeth’s loud grunt came through the speaker. “Fine. What do you need?”

  “In an hour I’m headed to the benefit, but I’ll have all the details squared away by then and fill you in,” Vincent declared.

  “Vin, I’ll be waiting with bated breath.” Zeth assumed a high pitched off kilter voice of a woman.

  Chuckling, Vincent shook his head at his friend’s antics. “You may want to start with the sex and save the movie for later.”

  “Ha! You think I haven’t already decided that.”

  “I’d never doubt your genius, Zeth. Talk to you later.” After Zeth’s goodbye, Vincent disconnected the line.

  “Do you need more time to make your decision?” The old Hispanic man asked, glancing from his uniquely designed pieces to Vincent.

  “No, I’ll take this one.” Reaching out, Vincent claimed a single object from the black velvet covering a portion of his desk.

  “Oh, you have selected well.” Mr. Alvarez clapped his small withered hands.

  “Yes, I have.” Vincent wasn’t referring to the ring in his hand but the woman in his heart.

  * * * *

  “What are you going to do?” Becky set her plate on the coffee table after having consumed her third slice of pizza. Chelsi’s friend was a dark-skinned girl with amazingly thick, long hair that showed off her Virgin Island roots. Prepared for dinner and a movie, Becky wore a black chiffon mini skirt with matching halter. Her open-toed black boots were lying on their sides by the door.

  Similarly dressed in a chic casual fashion, Chelsi wore a simple off the shoulder tangerine silk top with a matching black leather paneled skirt. Folding her legs below her on the couch, Chelsi shook her head and played with the stem of her wine glass. It was her second drink, but she hadn’t touched it yet.